Bottom dollar Hemingway. Write like a slugger staring square in the box, ready to beat the shit out of the ball. Write like the father he hates, for every punch he threw in anger over his failed life, you must bleed on the paper. Your sins are your salvation in the world of words. Write like everything inside is a dying universe, the secrets in your heart must be let out to save a distant sun. Whisper at the pages, and let them guide you into oblivion, but never grow weary of the word, let them drain you, let them challenge you and let the kill you a thousand times over. You are nothing but keystrokes and challenges yet to be mounted. Write because you must, and tell the stories the world needs to hear. For better or worse, this is your curse.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 09:28:03 +0000
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